Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Rekid,
Sparks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.